(Kool Keith)I'm ready and now it's my turn to buildUplift, get swift, then drift off... and do my own thingSwitch up change my pitch upSmack my bitch up like a pimpFor any rapper who attempt to wear Troop's and step on my pathI'm willing as a A-1 General Rhyme Enforcer 235 on a rhyme testWhatever group or vest in line I put 'em all behindPlay MC Ultra as a warning sign of my skill, and what my mind deservesI smell a grape in the duck preserves andWho deserves the right to be king of the screenAnd shout wack poetry what, are you buggin'Germs that want to law me, quit it, before I heat your ear offLet your burn deduct another year off rappin' for a face I'm slappin'Gimme applause when hands start clappin', now give the drummer some